Hell Poems
The ShitIceberg
by Igor Vykhovanets
Politics — the iceberg's tip:
Beneath, the beasts in shadows slip.
Let's delve into this vile abyss,
If your mind's not lost in the mist.
Three-quarters sick, mere human scraps,
Once people, now in mental traps.
Poisoned by the filth they fed,
Described herein — absorb what's said.
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Apocalypse's Overture: Ascending From Hell's Abyss To Heavenly Glory
by Christen Kuikoua
In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong,
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs,
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save,
To seek the path, the righteous pave.
Hell's inferno starts on Earth's domain,
A consequence of tongues that stain,
But just like seeds that die, then grow,
In Heaven's realm, our souls will know.
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Pseudo-Science
by Igor Vykhovanets
"The Free World"
In mythic "free world" fools reside,
Without any doubts they all collide.
And in this world, they forge the hell,
Where rulers, crooks, are known too well.
The Creature buy their souls away—
To make of these the bleak array.
Fake ills it spread cloud foolish mind,
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Light in the Night
by Igor Vykhovanets
The WHAT is naught, the HOW is slight,
Yet things should work a different way.
And what we have? A rotten blight—
To cast it out’s the grandest play.
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by Adriano Radaasdfjk
Continue readingThe ShitIceberg
by Igor Vykhovanets
Politics — the iceberg's tip:
Beneath, the beasts in shadows slip.
Let's delve into this vile abyss,
If your mind's not lost in the mist.
Three-quarters sick, mere human scraps,
Once people, now in mental traps.
Poisoned by the filth they fed,
Described herein — absorb what's said.
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The Tale Is Gone
by Igor Vykhovanets
Cracked Wide Open
Shell so thick and hollow,
Made of pure deceit.
What's inside? Just sorrow,
Fear, and false conceit.
Cramped and dim the space is
Underneath the shell.
Fear has left its traces,
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Light in the Night
by Igor Vykhovanets
The WHAT is naught, the HOW is slight,
Yet things should work a different way.
And what we have? A rotten blight—
To cast it out’s the grandest play.
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Pseudo-Science
by Igor Vykhovanets
"The Free World"
In mythic "free world" fools reside,
Without any doubts they all collide.
And in this world, they forge the hell,
Where rulers, crooks, are known too well.
The Creature buy their souls away—
To make of these the bleak array.
Fake ills it spread cloud foolish mind,
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8. Hell is your home
by Kea Campbell
Hell is your home.
But I live here, with the blessed.
Saturday 20 April 2022
